I'm ba-ack! All because of Mr. Mercer. So, we're not to be confused, this is AU since they won't get together…yet.

Can I just say that all this crap with Jai pisses me off? Can we like, I dunno, kill him or something?

I don't own, blah blah blah. Rated for language. No smut in this one, dear readers.

Love from, Miss Claire. Xxxx

TREASON FOR YOU

By Claire P. Everson

When it was all said and done, Annie had no clue who she could trust. Joan and Arthur had used her; Jai had done their bidding; Ben had left her and put her in the awful position she stumbled into.

In fact, now that she thought of it, the only person she had felt able to trust since she started at the Farm and CIA was Auggie.

Speaking of the son of a bitch, where was he? He had some explaining to do. What did he mean that he would commit treason for her? After all that Joan had said to her earlier, she figured Auggie wouldn't want to be near her with a ten foot pole.

"My problem is I like you."

What did that mean? As friends? As more than friends? Would she ever know or be able to trust him after all this drama that they had put her through?

Annie knew that deep down she was only using Jai to get her sister off her back-especially since Auggie was dealing with the whole Hern whore deal. But after his little speech about how he would commit treason for her, it took all the willpower she could muster not to jump him right there. He was her best friend-and she was in love with him.

And he was sexy as hell when he was angry and upset.

"My problem is I like you."

The words wouldn't stop playing over in her head like a broken record. He would do anything for her. And after seeing Ben, she realized she wasn't in love with that fucker anymore. Her heart had unknowingly committed treason against her mind.

Not that she was complaining.

Annie slid her heels off and took a gulp of the wine (in the bottle) she had carried over from the main house. The day had been hella long, and there was just too much still going in her mind for her to truly relax. She wanted to talk to Auggie, but he was probably with Liza. Stupid bitch.

She was sipping on more wine in her bed when there was a knock on her door. Puzzled, she tripped from the bed to the door and opened it to

"Auggie? What the hell are you doing here?" she slightly slurred. She winced when she realized that she had had enough wine to slur he speech even the tiniest bit, but opened the door wider. "Come in."

"Annie…"

"Yes? Would you like some wine? I'm sure I have some Dixie cups or something around here."

Annie settled Auggie onto the small sofa (loveseat, really) and turned to go find a cup. Before she could do so however, Auggie managed to grab her wrist and pull her down beside him.

"You remember what I said earlier?" he asked as he moved his hand so their fingers intertwined.

"Which part?" She could feel her heart speeding up. She couldn't help but pick up on the little things that showed that Auggie was nervous. He kept messing at his hair with his free hand. His eyes were darting around and eyelids blinking.

"You know damn well which part."

"Yeah…"

"I meant it. I really like you. I want to spend all my time with you and chill out and read and eat and love and…"

"Auggie. I really like you too."

And that was all it took. The hand that he had used to mess up his already messy hair cupped her cheek and his lips met hers in a kiss she felt through her bones and to her toes.

"I would commit treason for you. My problem is I like you," he whispered against her lips while gasping for air. And then he was devouring her again.